Snippet #1196249

Conner downed his shot and grinned as Caleb failed at questioning Anah's statement; that and the fact that she had again made it known that he was a 'tosser'. Something he would find out the meaning of soon enough but he was too lazy to really want to do it any time soon. Besides, the better part of his energy was on forcing a cigarette out of the bassist because he really did want one but he really did not want to get up. "Don't worry about it Cal; she won't tell you what it means," he muttered while he finally gave up and got out of his seat.

He walked over to the bassist and slowly dipped his hand into her pocket for the pack he knew was hiding there. With that he took the pack and went back to his seat, plopped down and lit up. "Why do you bother with that unicycle anyway? It's a stupid way to transport oneself from one location to another," he mentioned a bit late because his brain was running slow due to the lack of nicotine in his system. Conner took a drag and exhaled with a happy sigh; and slid the pack back over to its original owner. Stealing was wrong after all.

So when Kamuo mentioned that they had band practice he held in a frustrated groan because band practice meant no potty breaks, no complaining, no food and no sitting for at least four hours. Anah rode them like horses when it came to playing and Conner knew he would be whipped the most. The keyboardist never got a break and was never let go when something was wrogn or when he muttered a single thing about needing to empty his bladder. As a 'lazy arse tosser who needs to sod off about 'is dullard bladder' he would always hear some form of negative words towards his person. It never failed and it never would fail. The bassist was God; he was just the lazy follower.

"Damn band practice."